Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gibran

I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

It is slavery to live in the mind unless it has become part of the body.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

They deem me mad for I will not sell my days for gold; I deem them mad for they think my days have a price.

Marriage is the golden ring in a chain, whose beginning is a glance and whose ending is eternity.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Love is know the pain of too much tenderness.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

You give little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.

If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to do.

The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain.

If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.

The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolutions.

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Give your hearts, but not into each other?s keeping, <br> For only the hand of God can contain your hearts.

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined.

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.